It was a foggy and exceptionally cold November night in 1358. My brother and I travelled around in Siberia and stopped by a small tavern in one of the villages for some refreshments. The locals were loud and drunk in the hope to warm up with a couple of alcoholic beverages more. They didn’t realise to the time yet, that alcohol would not actually keep them warm and rather cool their body temperature even further. We were just about to leave when a discussion at another table peaked my interest.
One in wolf skin clothed older man wearing a hat made of the fur of a bear bragged about how many wolves were found in the woods nearby. His bragging was not only about the number of wolves though, he claimed to have seen how a man turned into a wolf in front of his own eyes and ran off into the moonlit snow-covered hills. “I like unusual creatures,” he whispered to his group of engaged listeners. “I catch them, one after another. Then I travel around with them and show the abominations to people. They pay me a good fortune for just catching a short glimpse at them. One day, I will be rich,” he grinned.
Of course, it became very clear to us in an instant that there must be werewolves around. Wolves like werewolves run in packs and where there is one, there will be more. The moon shone bright and full when we left the tavern. One glance around the tavern showed us a carriage with a huge empty cage on its back. Would the guy in the tavern go out alone that night and hunt those wolves? Would he be smart enough to bring along some company trying to help with his quest? I hoped neither. One way or the other, the outcome of such an event would not have been good on either side. Either the guy would get torn to pieces by the pack or the pack would be torn into pieces by a mad nightly hunt of the villagers. The main concern was though the unnecessary interference with humans and the rather unpleasant possibility of what may happen to even one of the wolves.
We remained outside the tavern hiding in the shadows of the night for the guy to come out and get on his with his quest. A while later, he stumbled through the door together with some mates he might have just met. They appeared very eager to see the creature the guy talked of so proudly earlier. They went into the woods and we followed them quietly. There it was – the first howl of a wolf, soon to be followed by another and yet another. Further peaceful wolfmoon serenades followed before they turned into painful ear-splitting screeches travelling through the cold air. There must have been laid out traps for them. My brother Horatio and I split up into either direction to encircle the humans up as they were about to round up the wolves, already hitting them apparently.
As we entered the scene, the wolves stood in a clearing in the middle of the woods. The humans surrounded them closer and closer with any step they took. I could smell the wolf blood from the far. The wolves were growling and snarling at the humans who were obviously too lighthearted by their earlier beverages, else they would have noticed the clear sign of a counterattack at any minute. One human got closer to one of the wolves and started to grab him. He swirled the wolf around and threw him in front of my feet. The wolf shook his head in confusion, got up and did not know in the first place whom to attack next – me or the human. Wolf bites can be fatal to us vampyres, maybe not unconditionally fatal to us pristine vampyres, however, a wolf bite would also cause a serious harm to us. I noticed how the wolf began to fix me with his eyes as I was the larger threat at present. It would have been hard to calm the wolf down in his rage, there was no time for an explanation either. Therefore, I let my following action speak for itself. I jumped into the air, grabbed the human with my legs by his neck, squeezed out his eyeballs with my plain fingers and ultimately crushed his neck to let his lifeless body drop into the snow.
The wolf stared at me in astonishment and gave me a thankful nod. Together we turned to his threatened pack where Horatio already started his work in defending the wolves. One human after another had to pay for the stupid action. The wolves could understandably hardly pull themselves together. Only one escaped, even though he was seriously injured. He left a blood trail for us to follow him after we would have made sure the pack can be freed by the traps on the ground they walked in.
Fortunately, they were grateful for our help. They were probably not all pleased, but they calmed down and we could remove the traps from their paws without getting harmed. As soon all of them were relieved, they only stood in front of us, wondering why we helped them. We could have certainly cared less, but since werewolves are Otherkin as well, we rather help them in need and keep the humans from the knowledge of their existence. One of the wolves came towards me and nudged my leg. Now that he had my complete attention, he tried to run off, which did not quite work out as he had apparently one of his back legs was injured. He turned around and stared at me again. Then he looked into the other direction he wanted to run to. He seemed like he wanted to show us something. I tipped at Horatio’s shoulder and beckoned him to follow the wolf with me.
The wolf walked slower and slower, but determined to reach his destination. It was quite a long walk through the woods until we arrived at a small cabin, standing lonely encircled by the trees of the wood. In front of the cabin was another carriage with a cage on its back. However, that cage was not empty. As we drew in closer, we recognised a woman, huddling naked on the wooden planks of the cage. She seemed to be seriously hurt, she could hardly move. A help seeking desperate pair of golden eyes looked at us. Without hesitating, we cracked the cage open and freed the woman. The wolf who led us there walked straight to her and started to lick her wounds. The guy of the tavern was demonstrably successful at catching one of the wolves he wanted to drive around with to get rich.
This is, in fact, how we met Wolf for the first time. When I recently saw a video that went viral about an elephant held captured in a German zoo, which was hit to follow instructions for the further entertainment of people, it made me wonder how you humans still preserve the captivity of other beings as timely. It has never been timely to capture other beings just to look at and watch them make any tricks, which are not even in their nature. Considering the fact that zoos do rarely provide the surrounding for an animal with enough space yet alone, they only exist for the entertainment of you, humans. Zoos are nothing but amusement parks and anything but helpful for the preservation of other species. No species would ever have been endangered if you did not feel the urge to collect anything out of the ordinary and even be so perky to make a fortune with it.
Live and let live.